Winter Poem

The cold of the winter Duffel coats and bobble hats Red, white and green Christmas is nigh The streets of London Paved with precious grey Up in a smoke A concrete jungle of sorts Robins, blackbirds and magpies Green cosmopolitan valleys Gardens of earth Salons and appointments Non locals come in Traffic jams Oil, mixed with water Making wondrous rainbows Global warming We guess and wonder When it will snow Aiming for December Then falling in March The anthems of the city Sound and complete Even the sounds Of thunder and sleet The new theory of thundersnow What do the planets think Of our global terror? More clothes on More things gone to waste Autumn gone but sticking together A tradition of perfection The birth of jesus